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"You are not allowed to humiliate the Chief."

Garrosh strode over from afar.

Obviously, he had heard the words of the two orc warriors.

Garrosh's body is extremely tall, and his strong brown muscles are particularly conspicuous.

The unique skin color means that he has never been contaminated by demon blood.

When he was born, he was rejected because he was too weak.

Garrosh was ostracized by the Warsong clan at an early age, so he didn't drink the blood of the devil and was not polluted.

Garrosh stood there like an iron tower, wearing a crude iron armor, and the raised muscles supported the iron armor, and it was about to burst.

Garrosh is the son of Hellscream.

Also Warchief, Thrall's nephew.

Hellscream was once the legendary chieftain of the Warsong clan and Thrall's chief advisor.

Was the first orc to drink the blood of Mannoroth the Destroyer.

As a result, the tribe and the Burning Legion were bound together, and it was he who freed himself and his tribe from the curse of blood at the cost of his life.

Hellscream once led his troops into the cities of the Draenei and slaughtered those cities.

And when they invaded the Stormwind Kingdom of Azeroth, they broke through Stormwind City and caused unimaginable killings.

Garrosh was angry that his father had succumbed to the blood of demons, but he was also proud of his father's past glory.

For Thrall, he respects him from the bottom of his heart.

He would never allow anyone to slander Thrall.

"You first enjoyed his guidance and care, and now you humiliate him because of your current predicament."5

Garrosh growled under his breath, terrible rage rising from his eyes.

He never minds teaching the orc warriors in front of him a lesson in order to protect Thrall's glory.

"Should we be grateful to him who brought us out of one hell and into another?"55

The orc warrior knew Garrosh's identity and his anger.

But he didn't have the slightest timidity.

The same angry eyes were fixed on the Son of Hellscream.

"We fled from the human kingdom in the east to Kalimdor, and were chased back by the demons. Now we are here as mercenaries fighting those damned mantid demons. What honor do we have?"~

"Without land, without home, we have nothing to fight for. There is not a single piece of land in this world that is ours.

The orc warrior held a battle ax and faced Garrosh without giving in.

Garrosh narrowed his eyes slightly, clutching the weapon in his hand tightly.

"Apart from being able to vent your anger on your own people, do you have any other skills? We just want a piece of land where we can multiply and live, so that our souls have a place to return to after death. Both you and Thrall Can't do it.""

"You claim to have saved the orcs, but we have nothing. Thrall is either cowardly or incompetent or both, and you are no different from him. 35

Calmness completely collapsed at this moment.

"Traitor." Garrosh yelled, approaching the soldier with a weapon, killing intent revealed from his eyes. "You dare to humiliate the chief, shut your mouth, or I will make you unable to speak again."

"Come on, I know I can't win you, but I don't care. I'd rather die in a duel than suffer such a pathetic fate."

The orc warrior also picked up the warhammer, his muscles bulged, ready for a duel.

"Enough." An unknown voice sounded, and an old orc with white hair came over and stood between the two of them.

The old orc was very old.

The silvery white hair was braided into a whip.

The number of scars on the face and torso indicate that the old orc was a warrior who had seen countless battles.

"He humiliated the warchief, old man." Garrosh glared at the old orc, unable to suppress the anger in his heart.

"He was just out of blood and honor, but he couldn't think of many reasons in it." The old orc shook his head, "I know your father, and I know Thrall, please forgive him, he lost his life in a moment of anger, that is too cruel gone."

Garrosh looked at the old orc in front of him, looking at his cloudy eyes.

Finally, after taking a deep breath, suppressing the anger in his heart, he looked at the young orc.

"Don't let me hear you say that again, or I'll kill you.

After leaving these words, he turned and left.

The orc warrior also turned and left. After roaring, he charged at the mantid who launched another offensive.

Medivh took Jaina away, ready to seek the help of humans in the eastern region.

The meeting was dissolved.

Thrall, who was returning to the camp, happened to meet Garrosh who was walking back, and the other party's expression was obviously not right.

"What happened?" Thrall asked.

"Chief, I need to ask you something, I hope you won't lie to me." Garrosh looked into Thrall's eyes and said.

"whats the matter?"

"Did those meetings talk about where the orcs would get their home after the war was won?"

Hearing this question, Thrall was momentarily at a loss for words.

They are all currently living in the territory of the Pandaren Empire. If they talk about this issue, they will definitely be suspected.

From Thrall's hesitation, Garrosh knew the answer.

"Are we fighting for a world that is not ours, Chieftain? So many orcs die, and the world has no home for us. 35

Garrosh felt what the orc warrior was feeling.

"We will have a home, but the time is not yet ripe." Thrall said, "If we can't drive out demons and undead, we won't have land to build a home. 35

"It's very fertile here, with land, forests, and plenty of water. We only need a small piece of land. Even if they give us the place occupied by the mantid, we can accept it. The orc warriors will clean up those monsters.

"It's not appropriate to ask this question now. It needs to be ripe. The most important thing now is how to resist the Burning Legion."

Hearing Thrall's words, Garrosh shook his head, "With a home, orc warriors will fight for it. Chief, you must ask this question. Otherwise, after the war is won, the orcs will give everything but get nothing. If they If you are not even willing to give a promise, why should you form an alliance with them?""

Thrall looked at Garrosh, who was tall and had thick fangs, and didn't know what to say for a while.

Lordaeron.

With teleportation spells, Jaina and Medivh quickly reached the city, which had fallen back into human hands.

According to Medivh's information, Jaina's father, Admiral Daelin, is here.

After Lordaeron was captured by the undead led by Arthas, it was he who had been organizing ships at the port to transport those who fled, giving them the opportunity to go to a safe place.

While transporting refugees, he also led soldiers to fight against the undead, maintaining several important escape routes, allowing many people to escape from Lordaeron, where the undead ravaged.

Dai Lin is one of the rare nobles who have not abandoned ordinary people and fled.

Loyalty has fulfilled his lord's promise.

After Sk regained most of the territory of the human kingdom.

In view of Dai Lin's performance, even if he belonged to the old nobles, he was still entrusted with the important task of being in charge of an army.

Medivh and Jaina wanted to use Daelin on this trip, hoping that he could persuade the high-level human beings to form an alliance with other races to jointly fight against the Burning Legion.

Following the light, the two appeared on the mountains outside Lordaeron.

The sound of cheers came from the city, and countless people shouted the slogan of victory and long live.

Overwhelming, very enthusiastic.

This wave made Medivh and Jaina stunned.

Lordaeron what happened??.